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perfectly well,” the woman said with a sarcastic lilt. “Since
    she’s perfected boring to an art form.”
    Bryan’s chuckle at the mention of his wife was gravelly and full of lust. Hailey’s stomach rolled at
    what she suspected was coming next.
    A shuffle of cloth, the rasp of a zipper, Bryan’s belt hitting the floor with a thud. “Not you,” he
    growled. “You’re not boring at all, are you?”
    “Never.”
    The woman gasped, and the next moment the gigantic bed dipped above. Something sharp jabbed
    into the back of Hailey’s arm. She bit into her lip hard to keep from screaming, realized—as her
    eyes watered from pain—that it must have been a loose coil or sharp metal point sticking out of the
    box spring, and shifted to the side as soundlessly as she could. When moaning echoed from above,
    Hailey closed her eyes tight and pressed her forehead into the hardwood floor.
    No, no, no…she was going to be sick. If she had to lie here and listen to these two have sex, she
    was seriously going to lose it.
    “H,” Billy whispered in her ear. “What’s going on?”
    “Can’t…talk…now,” she managed as quietly as she could, swallowing back the bile.
    Slurping sounds drifted to her ears. The bed shook and jiggled. Hailey wiggled her arms around and
    pressed her hands against her ears so she didn’t have to listen.
    She was never having sex again. Not after this. She was never going to be able to look at a bed
    again without remembering this horrendous night.
    Suddenly the mattress stopped moving. Were they done already?
    “Are you going to let me see it? Tonight?”
    In a moment of clarity, Hailey recognized the voice. And the burning pain in her arm slid to the
    wayside.
    Lucy Walthers, a secretary at their main headquarters in Miami, and a woman Hailey interacted
    with on a weekly basis. No way. Lucy was screwing Bryan? She was at least ten years younger than
    Bryan.
    “Let’s not talk about that now,” Bryan said.
    The bed moved once. Stopped.
    “Tonight, Bryan. You know I’ve been waiting so long.” When he grunted in obvious frustration, she
    added in a sexy voice, “If you let me see it, I’ll let you do that thing you’ve been begging me to let
    you do for months.”
    Silence. And then he groaned. “Yes, yes, yes. Tonight, yes.”
    She laughed, the bed dipped, but then the mattress stilled and her voice grew serious. “Where is it?”
    “Somewhere safe. Someplace no one will find it.”
    “You’re so clever. They all underestimated you, didn’t they?”
    He growled and the bed bounced once, like they’d rolled across it. “They all did. Especially Garrett.
    And Hailey, that bitch. She’s never getting a piece of this company. I’ll do whatever it takes to make
    sure of that.”
    “Whatever it takes?” the woman asked in a startled voice. “You don’t mean…”
    “That’s exactly what I mean.” Bryan groaned, the way a man does when he’s on the edge of control.
    “Bryan, wait—”
    The bed picked up steam again and skin slapped above, followed by a series of grunts and groans.
    But Hailey barely heard it. Because at the moment, all she could focus on was the roar of her blood
    echoing in her ears.
    Thoughts of Bryan’s ‘message’ filtered back through Hailey’s mind as she lay there, hands covering
    her ears.
    What had her father written in that note he’d left her? Your participation in this endeavor is a matter
    of life and death. You’re the only one I trust. At the time she hadn’t thought he’d meant her life.
    Now she wasn’t so sure.
    Out of nowhere a memory from her childhood erupted in her mind, one of her many Indiana Jones
    adventures with Bryan in this very house.
    And like a lightbulb going on, she instantly knew just where he’d hidden it.
C HAPTER TWO
    Four hours later
    She’d passed parched two hours ago.
    Hailey scanned the patrons of Players Sports Bar as she pushed the side door open and stepped into
    the smoky establishment. It was